The Ropes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Ropes that bind me.
A metaphorical translation of my life.

Submitted: March 07, 2019

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The Ropes.

They trail down from my wrists,

And secure my ankles in unbreakable bonds.

I stretch, trying to get away, but they pull,

Tighter and tighter.

I walk one way, they yank the other.

It’s an endless cycle.

 

I see the others growing, their ropes stretching with them,

Until finally, they fall off.

I look at my own ropes, biting into my arms and legs.

When I try to get away, they pull,

And they bleed.

I am trapped.

 

The others look at me scornfully.

“Why can’t she get out?” they ask?

“Is something wrong with her?”

And sometimes,

Sometimes I wonder the exact

Same

Thing.

 

“It’s out of love,” They tell me

“You’ll understand when you’re older”

Always the same thing,

But they don’t understand how much I’m breaking inside.

But what if I never got older?

If I just.

Stopped.

Everything.

 

I wake up, and the ropes are still there,

Tieing me in place.

There is no escape.

It doesn’t matter what I want.

The only thing that matters is Them.

Whatever They want happens.

 

The Knives.

They sneak through the cracks of my walls,

And ache inside me,

But there’s nowhere to hide.

Nowhere to run

Nowhere safe.

They slide down my arms, leaving a thin, red line.

I can’t stop them.

Each jab a twist in my failing heart.

My arms are tied.

And me,

I

Am

Breaking.

 

Bound by these ropes,

My life is an endless routine.

Always the same.

Gently, gently now,

I inch away.

Inch

By

Inch.

They yank back, harder now,

And tie the rope even shorter.

An

Endless

Circle.

 

The ropes are so tight now,

They cut my flesh.

The warm blood drips,

Drip,

Drip,

Drip,

Drip,

Into a puddle at my feet.

I can’t get away from it.

I am breaking, slowly but surely,

 

I am breaking.



 


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